A Picture Tells A Thousand Words






















These bad men were caught and stopped from violently raping and beating their many wives. Children were being raped and impregnated and held against their will. The authorities did a great job in bringing these freaks down.







Yes that is the way it has been presented but after watching it all over the past week some questions are starting to raise in my head. Lots of them. mainly about the wrongs and rights of the whole shemozzle.


On the surface, in the eyes of men and women in America today, these women and children are supressed and abused and living an attrcious life.




In the 90's there was another Texan cult. The name David Koresch still to this day sends fear into the hearts of people around the world and the whispered word "cult" soon gets bandied around. In 1996 tanks, armed gunmen, helicopters and army all invaded the Waco compound and within 30 minutes there was over 100 dead. At first everyone bought the justification for the raid but soon things emerged that were not quite right. Mistakes were made. fatal ones.






Polygamy right or wrong. Firstly I am not a polygamist. I don't think I could be because I like to know my man's heart belongs to me and our children and that if crunch time came he would be standing behind me all of the way. But that is just me. Today as a species we have moved that far from all that is natural that  WE HAVE FORGOTTEN what is natural to us. We have forgotten instinct and what is right.


I am not saying that polygamy is the way to go for the human race but lets look at natural selection for a minute here. It is all around you in nature. The survival of the fittest, only the strongest genes carry through. The fight for alpha status in the tribe and the right to "have the women". In the kangaroo population and I know the same goes for lions in Africa, there are large amounts of juvenile rogue wanderers. The alpha male gets his pride of females and the juvenile males are cast out to fight amongst themselves for supremecy and they wander, to find an eventual mate.



Human's used to do this too but then something happened. Oh yes I can hear you saying it now. Humans became "civilized". Citizen, civilian, servitude, servant slave. Oh that right. yes we became controlled.






So when we look at nature we can see that polygamy is a natural occurance to ensure the survival of the fittest. Ok then, so who told us this was wrong, Oh thats right, the bible, the same book that tells us to treat women as chattels (Christianity is the ultimate patriarchial religion and sun/son fire male worshipper), it also tells us that homosexuals should be killed and I could go on with the crap that was written because of that control. So I should listen to this book that incites hatred should I or should I listen to the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees.. and a little thing called LOVE.




Who are we to judge how these people live their lives? Who are we to take their children. Who are we to tell them the way they are living is wrong.





Lets look at the dirty side of the coin. These people work hard, they "slave" away in garden to acheive self sufficiency for their families. Their children are alongside them. We slave away in concrete office block, working our lives for the man and ignoring our children, leaving them to school and day centres to raise.





They produce their own food. Pure and natural and not a drain on system. We produce GM toxin enriched foods that are slowly or fastly destroying our planet and food chain. We buy hormonal chicken and feed on madonalds and other assorted fast foods. They live in a quiet peaceful society, relative free of crime. We live in a greedy 7 deadly sins society of anything goes that is full of dangers to us and children.


They have great access to health care. Many have glasses and braces on teeth. They are warm and surrounded by love.





These people have seen the evils in society today and chosen to live apart form it. They see that mankind has sown the seeds for his own destruction and so they have prepared themselves to be an enclosed unit. If this so called dreded bird flu sweeps our countries. Who has more chance of survival. Will you have a better chance in the middle of a big city or town fighting for medical help, fighting for food and water, surrounded by greed. Or these people who have lovingly prepared themselves for such an eventuality. And don't get me wrong, this isn't a far fetched analogy. in 22 article I pulled up on the bird flu in 2006, every single one of them had the exact same line in it. Scientist have FEARS and WARN that the bird flu will mutate into a DEADLY PANDEMIC. wow all thsoe fears.. can you image the chaos when it starts.







These peple wear funny dresses. Have you seen a goth or an emo lately? I actually admired the pastel colors and the neat clean and tidy appearance of the families.








They share a husband. Well lets get down to this. I've spoken to polygamists and read and watched many things over the years in my efforts to understand. From a womans point of view. She shares chores, instead of herself doing everything, those household tasks are shared, in company, the child minding is shared. Then there is the company and the support. Women need to have their "girls", someone to talk to, share fears, comfort them and to support them in areas that men's brains are just not wired for. The support and friendship between polygamist wives is incredible. They are closer than sisters. They care only about the family. The whole family. That is their gig in life. Their family.

and lets face it girls... you know those nights that you have a headache? ..No such worry.. no pestering with the woodpecker in the back all night..

In any culture you have rogue elements. Especially ones that can infiltrate such an oganization and use or be used by others. Our own chaotic and deviant society full of crimes drugs and abusers infects the very air these people breathe. So even if they choose o live away from society, they have no choice but to face societies consequences. They will get freaks and oddballs trying to join for their own agenda.



It brings me to mind the witch trials and religious persecution of the early centuries. Burn them. Kill them, they are different.












When an organization becomes to big and independant for their boots and starts having people listen to them and achieve some independance from the system a campaign is started, to destory credibility and to give a 'reason" for the takeover and bringing down of independance. How easy would it be, to slip someone next to a known sex offender and have him whisper in his ear about this magic place where he could have 4 or 5 young women all at once. Zap, dude wouldn't even ask questions except for directions before he would be off like a shot. Done deed, let nature take its course and two years later a whispered phone call alleging abuse of a girl who has since not been found, is all the excuse you need.


Until 1830 or so the legal age of consent in England was 13. There are still many nations where the age of consent is that low. Do we run in with commando raids to those countries and take over with guns and take the children  oh wait we used missionaries for that.. cos the bible told us so....do we march in and tell them they are living wrong, they should live like us in concrete jungles, with artificial food, shitty health services, crimes, drugs, divorce, abuse and *sigh......... yeah......


50 years ago in Australia we had the stolen generation of Australians. A whole generation of aboriginal babies taken from their mothers and placed with white families because they had a bit of white in them. (well hey, I have a bit of black in me, does it make it right for aboriginals to take my children and return them to the tribe? tit for tat). It was done because society said it was wrong for those children to live with their families, it was wrong for white children to live with black families. It destroyed a generation.

Today the government says sorry it was wrong.. small peace of mind for the stolen ones


40 years ago babies were taken from single mothers and adopted out. The mothers were told it was wrong, that it was a sin, that it was a crime. Another generation destroyed. Those children didn't get an apology.. unlikely they ever will.. they just see the confusion of a society that accepts and condones and encourages in some areas what they were cast out for at birth.

You see as many readers know I was one of those children, taken from my mother who was 18. SHe was told it was a sin to have me and not be married. I was taken from her arms and adopted into a nice christian family and led to believe all my live as a child that my mother had sinned. I was that much of a shameful sin that i wasn't even afforded the luxury of a labour ward and maternity ward. No I was born behind a sheet to hide me from the surrounding dead bodies, in a morgue. The shame of my birth was that great that I was bought into life in the bowels of death. Can you imagine how I felt as a single mother of 19 holding my fuzzball of a baby daughter in my arms for the first time? The first ever touch and bond with anything of my blood? The thoughts of how someone could have their baby taken away.....




I grew up asking why. Why was I so bad and so sinful that no one wanted me. I grew up to find out I was stolen so in turn their was someone else out there asking why was I taken from them. My brother is a wonderful person. He has a great job, a beautiful fiancee, a baby on the way, a new home and a gentle nature.... he is loved and adored by his mother, they are very close, they talk everyday and the bond betwen them is incredible.... his mother, our mother should be proud of him and she is. Don't get me wrong. I adore my adoptive parents and worship the gorund they walk on, they have done so much for me.


I was judged before I was born and have been ever since. My life's choices have never been conventional..they never were, how could they be when conventionality was ripped from my grasp with my first breath of air. It has given me something I am happy with. A perspective of looking at things form all sides.... not just the one that is being fed to me.. I can feed myself and prefer a fork to a spoon.




I guess what I am saying is .. you have listened to the media blitz on these 400 or so children and yes the trial will be the best circus I've watched for many years. You have seen that nice lady saying how she had taken custody of all those children to foster them out and go to court. Those children were taken from their parents by the government because they were different. What was wrong with going in and working with these people. Oh we have heard that there is something going on here.. ra ra...

No we had to have the "phonecall" the "excuse" the "media circus" and justification. This sends a message to the people .. hmm is it a good one or is it fear? I hope you have looked at the photos I have put here and I hope you have looked at the other side of this coin and the implications of the loss of freedom. No I do not condone abuse. There is abuse everywhere. If one child is abused in a daycare centre are all the children taken from their mothers?











Mayetism = Lies are elaborate the truth is plain and simple.

In my second year of high school I had a maths teacher, who was the endless source of amusement for me. I was a terror back then with a strong sense of social justice which made for some rebellious acts against the "system" even then.

 
To describe Mr. Gaunt to you is a tad difficult. My only description of him gets rather confused because every time I think of Mr. Gaunt, Mr. Bean pops into my head and I crack up laughing. To this day I can not differentiate between the two. I am telling you now, Rowan Atkinson modeled Mr. Bean from My Mr. Gaunt.

 

 

I had always been put in the top class but I hated it. My friends were in the lower graded classes and the other kids in my class were stuck up snobs. So I made it my mission to be put in the lower classes with my friends. Hence not long after the start of my mission I was moved down into Mr. Gaunts lower math class with all the cool people and all my friends.

 
There was only one problem with that.

Mr. Gaunt was stuck teaching the lower classes because he was well, Mr. Beanlike dumb.

 

 

He wore long socks, long shorts with a short sleeved shirt and tie and I really think his face was more Mr. Beanlike than Mr. Bean. He was a confirmed bachelor who lived in a tiny flat and the thought of him with a woman was the source of many laughter outburst by my friends and myself in class. Mind you he didn't rate as high on the idiot scale as  Mr. Freame, the Latin master but Mr. Freame and my detention stories are still to come.

 

Mr. Gaunt had no control over the class. He would turn to us and ask us if we thought we should have a math's test the next week. Well hey, back then everything had been sorted into lots of life already. He was asking every potential deviant over the years to come in our home if we WANTED a math test? Somehow we managed to persuade him every week that we were not quite ready.

 

Mr. Gaunt had many peculiarities other than having his shorts hitched up to his ribcage and a way of walking that at best could be described as Emu Like. He had a weird habit of waiting until we were all seated quietly in the class before making his entrance and he would EMU into the room and up to his desk, pulling his chair out and turning it to face the class. Then he would stand behind it and swing a leg over it, placing his foot on the seating part and begin rocking it back and forward leaning on his knee as he talked. He would proceed to waffle on for forty minutes about nothing. Or preach sermons on the greatness of math. Coming from a class where we actually did math, this was all new to me but got boring real quick. It seemed to drone on worse than the minister on Sundays, day after day, week after week.

 

One day it got too much for the imp in me. I waited until everyone was in class and watched Mr. G EMU his way up the corridor and then I made my entrance. I EMUED, myself along the corridor past the tiny glass windows and into the classroom and the rest of the class burst out laughing at me as soon as they saw me. They were used to my imitations and I had my Mr. G act down pat by this stage. Before I even got to my desk he called to me so I got to my seat and pulled it out as I threw my bag down and swung my leg over the back of it in an exact imitation of his own daily morning ritualistic actions.

 

"Yes Mr. G, present and accounted for Sir." I said with a cheeky grin on my face as the rest of the class sat in silent anticipation of what was to come.

 

"You are late young lady" He said pointing his finger at me and puffing his chest out.

 

I pointed my finger right back. "So I am sir" I took at deep breath and stood there grinning with my own puny chest puffed out too.

 

He started rocking his chair back and forth as he did when he got nervous.

"If everyone was late we wouldn't have a class" He said, his hand still pointing at me.

 My hand still pointed at him and my own chair started rocking in time with his. "It's not like I missed anything important sir".

 At that point he dropped his arm across his knee and kept rocking, just staring at me. I had shocked him. He was speechless. His mouth opened and closed like a fish.

 

 

I stood there silent too, my own hand now dropped into position to match his and I watched him as I rocked in time to him.

 "That is beside the point." he exploded. "You are supposed to be here present in the class to get an education"

 One of the other kids spoke up at that point. He was one of the sporty kids that I didn't have much to do with.

 
"Well Mr. G, it is the point really. You never teach us anything. You just stand there preaching all lesson".

A voice from the back of the class piped up with "and swings on his chair all day doing it". That set everyone off. The whole class started laughing out loud, letting go of all the tension build up from the confrontation.

 

Mr. G started shaking as his face turned bright purple. I was still rocking in time with his motions and he turned to me, pointed and said

"YOU!!! outside in the corridor now, everyone else silence" He stepped off his char and went and stood uncomfortably behind his desk.

 
I pointed back again and stepped off my chair in time with him. "Yes sir, at your command". The hum started around me as I stepped into the aisle and EMUED my way to the front of the class. It got louder as all the class took it up and I stepped out into the corridor where the door was ajar and I could see in.

 

The moment I stepped out the hum stopped. It was our thing, our little call of unity when one of us got into trouble to let them know it was ok and everyone was behind them.

 

I stood against the wall for a minute cursing myself for not grabbing my bag with my cigarettes in it. As I debated walking back in and grabbing my bag I pulled out a lump from my pocket. It was my little round grey plastecine ball (like play dough) . I always had it in my pocket to keep my self busy while Mr. Gaunt droned on day after day. I stated modeling shapes and then sticking them on the door where the rest of the kids could see them but Mr. Gaunt couldn't. Each new creation bought a fit of stifled giggles as they tried to keep straight faces and pretend they were absorbed in his speech.

 

By now he was lecturing again on how if we all learned our math we could become rocket scientists and accountants. I, being me, of course began to model the obvious shape. A penis and balls. I carefully arranged them into a shape that looked a bit like a face and then revealed to the class what I had created on the door.

 

They erupted into a fit of laughter again. All of them were in hysterics, not so much by the "penis and balls" concept, but at the positioning because they could see what was going to happen next…. And it did……. Classically…..

 

By this time I was innocently standing on the other side of the corridor minding my own business. When the class erupted into giggles, Mr. Gaunt EMUED his way over to the door and threw it open yelling as he did so, "What is going on out here".

 

The class lost it at this point and absolutely squealed with laughter because what Mr. Gaunt didn't realize was, that as he opened the door my new molded shape was dangling right in front of his mouth.

 

Suddenly he looked down and saw it in horror. He froze and then screamed himself and went running off down the corridor which made everyone crack up even more. Just then the bell rang for end of class. Everyone was still laughing as they made their way out. We didn't see Mr. Gaunt around the school for a week or so after that and things were never the same but that was a good thing.

 

We got a new maths teacher who actually taught Math. A few weeks later, Mr. Gaunt left teaching and joined the priesthood. No I am not joking he seriously did join the priethood and that made perfect sense to me because he didn't cut it as a teacher…. And as for me.. I am always in trouble… just the depth varies

Australia has quietly proposed new email security that will allow bosses to spy on employees emails for "security reasons". I love how they slip something so sly in and make it look so completely innocent and a much needed have to have commodity. They actually convince people to accept this loss of privacy. Sounds so innocent, but what people don't see is the bigger picture. The greater chopping and slashing of peoples rights and privacy which is creating a race of sheep and people who believe and accept everything dished out to them. People are no longer taught to question or to be individual.

I like how they say privacy and consumer groups would be consulted. The Delphi Technique of achieving concensus is already in place in these groups everywhere. The desired outcome is already set in concrete. Soon they won't even bother to make it look good. We will just accept and follow and allow ourselves to be stripped and herded into the yards.

I love how the new "satan" AKA "the terrorist threat" is used in the article as justification of the freedom strip.

Employers To Read Workers Emails

Employers would be able to read their staff's emails under proposed new national security laws being considered by the Federal Government.
The new laws would give companies extra powers to monitor their computer networks to prevent cyber-attacks.
They would be allowed to check their staff's emails and internet communications without their consent.
Deputy Prime Minister Julia Gillard has told Channel Nine the proposed changes would step up national security of Australia's computer networks.
"We want to make sure that they are safe from terrorist attack," she said.

"Part of doing that is making sure we've got the right powers to ensure that we can tell if there's something unusual going on in the system.

"So it's a national security move, not a move about an unseemly interest in people's private emails."

A spokesman for the Attorney-General says cyber-threats are growing and that privacy experts and unions will be consulted about the proposed laws.

08:43 AM - Two Faced Now Open
Category: News and Politics

Two Faced

According to her parent’s their little girl Lali, is fine and drinks from both mouths. All four eyes open and shut. The father has declined to have his daughter examined with with CT Scan to check if her internal organs are all right.



The child is now worhipped by villagers as a Goddess Incarnate and a gift from the Fire Goddess worhipped in the area, Durga, who is depicted in Art work as having THREE eyes and many arms.
Durga - Wikipedia







This bring me to the recent story of the little girl named Lakshmi who was born in another Indian village with four legs and arms after she never sucessfully separated from her twin at conception.



That little girl was also worshipped as a Goddess Incarnate and her village was swamped with thousands of people from miles around come to view to new little Goddess Incarnate.




In that case modern medicine won the battle. But at what cost. The parents decided and rightly so that it was in their daughters best interests to undergo surgery to correct nature’s mistake and to separate her from her twin as should have occured at conception. That little girl is now going well back in her village all but one major thing.



Her parents are now shunned in disgust by villagers. They committed a cardinal sin by the corrective surgery, a sin against their God. They are not spoken to in their village now. Their life is misery and poverty but their little girl can at least grow up to be happy and healthy.

Lakshmi’s parents Shambhu and Poonam named her after the four-armed goddess of wealth, and it was their love for her that stopped them from selling Lakshmi to the highest bidder.

"We took her to a hospital in Delhi after her birth but some circus owners got to hear about her. They wanted to turn her into a freak show and offered us money, but we brought her back to the village," says Shambhu, who has a farm in Bihar’s Terai region.

Too scared to take her to a hospital again, the couple hid her in the village until paediatric surgeon Sharan Patil from the Bangalore-based Sparsh Hospital heard of her and offered to operate for free. Along with the Sparsh team, surgeons and experts from Dr Devi Shetty’s Narayana Hrudalaya will participate in the surgery.

Lakshmi’s Story

 

What the Hell? Her parent did the right thing for their daughter and now they are shunned and treated with disgust because of religion?

few weeks ago there was a story of a little girl who got sick. She just started sleeping a lot and being sick, so her parents prayed for her and kept on praying for her. Relatives finally called 911 and child services and the child was taken to hospital but it was to late. She died. She died of a common and very treatable form of diabetes. Her parents prayed for her. They were interviewed and said they hold no guilt for their choice to pray for their daughter rather than seek help. They said it was in God’s hands as that is what the bible said.
Parent’s Pray Over Sick Girl







Morman Polygamy Camp Raided
Then this week we have the case of Warren Jeffs, who in the name of relgion and the book of Revelations started a cult of break away mormons and polygimists in Utah and Texas along with other states. Mr Jeffs has been convicted and sentenced in sex crimes of knowingly having a 14 year old girl married off to one of his cousins.


This week their compound in Texas was raided and all the women and children taken out. Many of you will have been following the story as I have out of morbid curiousity that something so bizarre could happen in todays world. I understand the "doomsday idea" there is many who do think that times are changing but to have these old men married off multiple times to young girls who slave away on the farms all day for the dream of self suffiency is somewhat sick and very perverted.



But that wasn’t what grabbed my attention the most about this case. It was watching the children streaming out the gates with their parents that really alerted me to something big amiss. I was admring the little girls dresses and pretty pastel colours of the rainbow, thinking it was better than the usual drab sackcloth that cults require of their victims when it dawned on me, where were the little boys. tens and tens of little girls walked out, and then one little boy would be seen in his mother’ arms. Then another 15 girls and then a boy walking with his sisters.

Ploygamist Cult Raid

What in the hell is that? Do we have a case of selectively breeding girls here?

Video Available On Page

Above speaks of the first lot of girls taken. They later admitted most of the 401 removed from the compound were mostly female even the children.

I must interject with some dry humor.. that will make the Chinese happy, after all, they are selectively breeding men with their one child policy.

But back to it why all the girls where are the boys? The ratio’s do not add up. Are some of the boys terminated on ultrasound identification? *Shudder to think of that one*

I have read stories of the Lost Boys of these polygamist cults and the sadness of their lives where they are worthless and never allowed to marry the girls they love, INstead finding themselves cast aside by families and friends while they watch their dream lovers married off to greed lecherous old men with harems.

Lost Boys of Polygamy are young men who have been excommunicated or pressured to leave polygamous groups such as the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (FLDS) or the Latter Day Church of Christ, churches that splintered from, but have had no affiliation with The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints after 1890.^[1] Most of the Lost Boys are between the ages of 13 and 21 when banished or pressured to leave.^[2]

Critics of the FLDS say that, given the fact that roughly equal numbers of boys and girls are born in any community absent sex-selective abortion, the practice of polygamy leads unavoidably to bride shortages and a surplus of boys. Lost Boys are the surplus boys who are removed from polygamous sects in order to reduce competition for wives. While some boys leave on their own, many are ostensibly banished for misbehavior such as watching a movie, playing football, or talking to a girl.^[2] There are also young women^[3] who have left or been pressured to leave because they did not want to be part of polygamous marriages.^[4] While it is difficult to estimate how many boys have been thrown out, their numbers are estimated to be as low as 400 and as high as 1,400. ^[5]

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As time goes on fragmentation is society takes us further from the truth and further from peace. How insane when religion gets in the way of tiny babies born deformed through accidents of nature or toxic envirnoment, from being surgically corrected to help them live a healthy life.

How insane when villager worship that child as an Incarnate of a God or Goddess. That takes us back to the time of scrifice when children were thrown into pits of fire to placate Gods of fire.

How insane when parents pray instead of getting their child life saving help. Sacrificing a child’s life to their God

How insane that an insane man with pure greed and lust twists lives and people through lies into living his own sick perverted pleasure and dreams.


This world continues to get more and more bizarre and this part of the bizarreness relates to interpreations of religion.. what happened to the truth?

01:39 AM - Don’t These Make a Cute Incestuous Couple
Category: News and Politics

Meet Jennifer and John Deaves.

They were both called Deaves from birth.

The little girl in the picture is their natural child, conceived during a sexual union between the two. This is their second child, their first one died just after birth of a congenital heart defect. This child appears normal.

She may grow up a tad confused on what to call her mum. Mum or grandma and well is dad, dad or is her grandpa?

Jennifer and John Deaves are father and daughter. The resemblance is uncanny. They began a sexual relationship and started to live together after they were astranged for most of Jennifer’s childhood.

Last week they went on national TV here in Australia, begging the country and community to accept their relationship and to accept the choices they have made to be with each other.

They have been charged and convicted of incest and ordered to stop having sex with each other.

They do not feel they have done anything wrong


In today’s society we are taught to accept everything. We are taught and told to accept Thomas Beattie’s choice. Now we are being asked to accept this couples choice of producing incestuous children into our society.

Where does the line get drawn or is there even a line at all. Has society gone to far? Is this what to expect in the furture as we stray further and further from a path of "nature".


Do we accept this? What help is fining this couple?

07:31 PM - World First Pregnant Male (extremely Important Update Come and Read Now)
Category: News and Politics

A man is reportedly pregnant with a baby girl.

US man Thomas Beatie and his wife were expecting their first child in July, according to US news service TransWorldNews.

Beatie, from the state of Oregon, was born a woman but had a sex change in which he had chest reconstruction and testosterone therapy, but no change to his reproductive organs, TransWorldNews said.

He stopped taking testosterone injections to get pregnant, Beatie reportedly wrote in an article for The Advocate, a magazine for gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender readers.

Doctors had refused to treat Beatie, including one that sent him to "the clinic’s psychologist to see if we were fit to bring a child into this world and consulted with the ethics board of his hospital" , the article said.

So there you go... no more WOMBan

Ok so technicallly this one was born a female.. changed to a male.. stopped that and decided to become pregnant instead

I am sorry... but am I the only one confused here other than Mr/Mrs Beattie

I am still rather stunned at all the implications behind this. Morally. Ethically, Futuristically Spiritually, Mentally and Physically.. Did I miss any there?

Is this is good thing or a bad thing?

What is you view on testosterone filled "men" being pregnant?

Will he/she breastfeed?

What hormones are running around in him and can they affect the baby is a bad way? Can this totally fuck the babies hormones up?

Would you do this if the option existed?

Why do people say one thing and do something else

Why do people cheat

Why are People False

Why Do People Lie

I was speaking to a friend of mine today on the phone. She is in America and I am in Australia.

We were having a "great yarn" and then I strarted counting the minutes and had to excuse myself because of the cost.

I have been a member of skype for years. I don’t use it much because not many of my non tech friends are on there and I chat enough to my techie friends on our techie website boards.

Skype is an Internet Person To Person or VOIP (Voice Over Internet Protocol) program where you can call your friends for free and talk to them as long as you like.




All you need to do is to download skype, setup your user account. Pop your friends into your friends list and wait for the phone to ring (a Skype Call) or call them yourself.

To Download a Free Copy Of Skype
To download skype go to the following link
.                                        Download Skype Click Here
click the download button and then follow the simple instructions that appear on the download page.


Some Information About Skype
You’ve downloaded Skype, and so has your friend. Now you can get started on the really cool stuff – such as making completely free and great quality calls from your computer. That’s the great thing about Skype, you can use your internet connection and turn your computer into an internet phone and make free Skype-to-Skype calls.

You and your friend will need to have a headset (or use your computer’s built-in microphone and speakers) to talk to each other. You can really improve the sound quality of your calls with a headset, or take your calls to the next level with free video calls.


Making free calls on Skype

It’s really easy to call a friend from Skype. Locate the person you want to call in your contact list and click their name. To call your friend for nothing, simply click the green button. This will start the call and you can talk for as long as you want, whenever you want.


Video Calls - Free
Video calls can make conversations much more interesting and intimate. You don’t have to tell someone about the steps you learnt in tap class, just show them off. And video calls just got a whole lot better with High Quality Video – giving you our best video call quality yet.
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It’s free to video a ’hello’

Video calls, like Skype-to-Skype calls are free, so seeing your friends won’t cost a thing, no matter where they are in the world.


Making a video call is easy. In just two clicks a ’hello’ can become ’wow, you’ve gone blonde’. And if your friend has a webcam too, you can talk face-to-face or just sit there and smile at each other. If you already have a webcam, you’re ready to go. If not, find out more or just go ahead and buy one now

Myspace IM .
And Myspace IM program is merged with Skype to allow you to make calls through the Myspace IM from computer to computer for free.



My Space IM With Skype
Click Above to Download Myspace IM with Skype


These programs are simple to setup, install and use. It saves on distance phone charges and you can keep in contact with anyone around the world for free.

Calls made to landlines and cell phones are also offered by Skype at a lower rate..

Would you use a program like this that allows you to talk to your friends for free wherever they are in the world?

 I went to pick Kahleah up from daycare early to get them all ready for the town's Christmas carnival. I walked in and the kids were down the back. I spotted Seth, Kahleah's "boyfriend" playing on the ground in front of me. Seths a handsome strapping three year old lad with Celtic dark red hair and hazel eyes. When his daddy and I are in the supermarket you will hear the two kids yelling from one end of the supermarket to the other, like a scene out of Romeo and Juliet meet buying groceries.

Seth : Kahleah Kahleah
Kahleah: Seth, its Seth. Seth where are you Seth
Seth: Kahleah I can seeeee youuuuuu
Kahleah: Look mummy it's Seth, it's Seth, it's my boyfriend I have to go and say hello.
Me: But darling we just said goodbye to him at daycare five minutes ago...

Kahleah pouts until I go up to Seth and his dad, we both sorta stand back looking uncomfortable.  (small country town, not good to be seen chatting (*rumours you know*) We just watch and wait until the two little ones are finished  gossiping about everything under the sun.
 
My mummies buying some milk
My daddies buying some bread.......
yadda yadda ... do adults sound like that to kids?

Anyway when I spotted Seth today at daycare, i bent down in front of him. he looked up and shoved a tupperware container bowl at my nose.

"Look it's an ant".
"Yes Seth it certainly is an ant", I answered when I finally focused on the microdot climbing around the bowl towards my left nostril.
"I think it's a mummy ant, what do you think", said Seth seriously, staring into my eyes and shoving the bowl closer to my nose, so that if I breathed in Seth wouldn't have an ant anymore and I would be well, choking on ant.
"Hmm it might be a mummy ant" I say watching as Seth bends down and put his bowl on the ground then get down on his hunches peering over the bowl.
"Do you know where your girlfriend is?" I asked, both of us still watching the microdot ant.
"Oh Kahleahs down on the slide near the sandpit" Seth answered without looking up, while raising his hand pointing down to where  could now see Kahleah, busy bossing some little blonde girls around.

The daycare girls were standing behind me watching and listening quietly and they all burst out laughing at the exchange. Its so It is funny to them all that Seth and Kahleah have this unbreakable bond at such a young age. To me it is just my kids. My special kids seem to pick up other speical kids.

Growing Up In An Outhouse




I grew up in a middle class family, in a middle class street in a middle class neighborhood. Most of our neighborhood at the time I was born back in the mid Sixties had had their toilet outside of the house. Australian outhouses were commonly and fashionably called "The Dunny". To get to the dunny in our case we would exit the back of the house, walk along the verandah and into the tiny room, which faced directly over into my next door neighbours backyard. Great for privacy, they knew everytime we went pee pee.


At the time we didn’t speak to our neighbours, our parent’s had falling out in a dispute over a bag of fruit, (pathetic) so my visits to the outhouse often bought ridicule from the three kids next door, who were all older than me. I was so embarrassed to step outside to go to my private business with what I felt was the eyes of the world watching me.


So I would peek out of the kitchen door first and check if the backyard was empty next door. If it was indeed empty, I would do a flying run out to the toilet and slam the door and literally hide in there. Sometimes though, this method didn’t work. My next door neighbor and later my best buddy and cohoot, would often hide down near her fence and as I did my flying run out the backyard she would spring up to the top of the fence like a jack in the box and yell out


Looking back now I can laugh but back then that public outting of my toilet habits was the source of many a night over the years spent begging and pleading with my parents for an upgrade to an "Inhouse".



The worse times growing up with an outhouse, were when the neighbours were having a great big party in their backyard, which they often did. Those times taught me immaculate bladder control. I would be too embarrassed to step outside because to be sure I would be greeted by howls of laughter as I vanished into the little room to do my business. My Overly active imagination would believe they could actually see through that door and actually watch me as well.

The really bad thing about the whole set up and especially when the neighbors were having yard parties was the risk that someone else would try and use the toilet while you were in there which would then expose you sitting on your throne with pants around the ankles, to about 50 Teenagers all drinking and having a merry time next door.
(I swear they used to have the parties just to watch our family travel back and forth to the loo all day)


Then we get to the seat itself. Did we have a simple plastic seat on our toilet? No we had to have one of those super duper heavy ancient Bakelite toilet seats. They were a pretty durable addition to the Australian "Dunny" back in the sixties and yet they didn’t last. They were replaced eventually and I know the only reason why. It was ONLY because those blasted bakelite toilet seats were so freezing cold in winter and I mean freezing. It would be agony to sit down on the seat and I would dream of a plastic seat daily in winter.


As I grew older I developed a knack of putting my hands face down on the cold seat at the front and sitting on my hands instead of the icy seat.



The room itself in the early days was very boring. I would sit there for hours (well it seemed so) and stare at the bland off white colored walls and the baby poop brown colored door. There was one tiny frosted slatted glass window, way up near the roof behind the commode itself and there was one frizzy oid toilet brush in a pale lemon faded bucket. Of course, being a slatted window meant the nice icy breeze blew right down those diagonal vents onto two already freezing cold exposed goosepimpled butt cheeks. The floor was cold cold smooth concrete without even a rug to keep the tootsies warm.


I devised a plan one day when I was around 11 or 12. I decided that it was high time the Dunny had a paint job and makeover. So after getting permission off Dad we went down to the hardware shop and bought some paint to "give it all a new do". The paint I chose was pink, a pale pink for the walls and a deep dark Cerise pink for the doors. It was a full gloss paint to because I hated the feel of flat paint on walls.


That pink would have been wonderful in a large bathroom, but in our tiny outhouse it was a disaster. A technicolor disaster at that. I could promise anyone a headache if they even sat in the room for five minutes after the pain job. As I grew and came home drunk with a hangover the next morning, the toilet color would remind me never to ever drink again. To his credit Dad did wait till I left home to repaint the outhouse back to the dull staid off white it orginally was.



But the worse memory of the outhouse involves my notorious neighbours and a freezing cold winter on what we used to call in Australia "cracker night". It was held in June each year and this story was set in one of the last years before household fireworks were banned in Australia. I guess this ditty was one of the reasons why. In the big packs of fireworks, would be long thin cardboard tubes labelled "ball shooters". These were the most popular to the "deviants" around the neighborhood, who fired the ball shooters at everything but the sky. The other popular fireworks were throwdowns but that is another story




Well this one year one dark night I checked and the coast appeared to be clear so I raced out to the toilet. Just as I raced along, my neighbor put her head over the fence and aimed something at me. The next moment, zap, zap, zap. Bright colored balls of gunpwder were exploding all around me and on me. I screamed and tried to run faster with my ear and hair on fire. I closed the door once I got inside and cried and cried. My clothes were all burnt and I was terrified but there was still the return journey back to the house to worry about. I waited. I waited in that damned toilet for half an hour hoping my parents would realize I was missing and come and look for me. I waited and waited to no avail.


Finally I was getting colder and colder and my burns seemed to be burning more and more skin off so I decided to make a run for it back to the house. The return journey was even more difficult as I had to open the wire door as well as the wooden door at the back of the house. I sat there gathering courage and hoping that she had gone inside and forgotten that terrorizing me was her favorite passtime.

I peeked through the keyhole into the blackness outside. I don’t know to this day how that could have helped, light looking out a keyhole into darkness is not a successful venture at the best of times. It seemed silent and dark so i decided to "do it". I took a deep breath and threw open the door and started to run. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a shadow move on the other side of the fence and suddenly whack whack whack, Whack Whack ouch ouch, I was being attacked from all directions. I hadn’t realised that while I was safe on my commode, my neighbor had called her older borther and sister outside as reinforcements and they were all lined up along the fence aiming those dreaded ball shooters at their terrified target.. Me.

Of course the door wouldn’t work and I was in such a rush to open it I nearly went straight through it. Finally I was inside safely and my mother was standing there in front of me looking rather quizzically at all the smoke rising from my scorched clothes and sniffing the air which was now thick with the smell of burnt singed hair.


I looked at her and just shrugged, we were used to the neighbors by now and I just said to her .. MUM when I grow up.. I am never ever going to subject my kids to an outhouse.... and do you know something..... I never have......